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"Mr. Stark... I don't feel so good..."

"It's going to be okay, you're okay."

"I-I don't know what's happening, please Mr. Stark."

"Mr. Stark please! I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, please I don't wanna go."

"I'm sorry..."

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Today marks the third year after the final battle with Thanos. The titan was long gone, crushed under his own planet's surface after an explosion sent him flying through the stone, burying him alive. The Avengers had reunited and once again became a team, with much of the tension melting away like an ice cream on a hot summer day.

Peter had fearfully reformed on Titan, coughing up soil, dust and blood onto the ground as he materialized. His body screamed in pain as it was seemingly sewn back together, his wrecked suit the same as it was before. The Guardians had come back with him, all groaning in the immense amount of pain.

Peter and Tony had embraced in a massive hug once seeing the other, sobs and tears of joy coming from both of them.

And now, three years later, an eighteen year old Peter has still not recovered. Instead of returning to Midtown to carry out his remaining years, he opted for homeschooling, where the Avengers would teach him the required and some extra subjects.

For example, Natasha taught the boy how to speak Russian and Italian, and Clint taught him English. Steve taught him world history, as well as helped him with training alongside Natasha. Bruce taught him physics, and they would nerd out in the labs together.

Pietro and Wanda taught him how to cook, and Tony taught him engineering. Thor taught him about the Norse gods and his home, Asgard. And finally, Loki taught him self defense.

No one had known where Peter had disappeared to, all thinking he was killed after the Infinity War. His classmates were worried for him as they carried out their school teachings, even Flash.

Peter himself had changed over the three years he had holed himself up in the Avengers Compound. He was quieter, more reserved, and overall had a darker aura around him. He was way too young to have experienced all the things he did, and that ruined him.

It was now Midtown's graduation ceremony, where a video would be played honoring each student. Once all two hundred of them had gone, the principle surprised them by letting them know there was another video. They were all confused as the lights darkened once more and the projected lit up, the soft sound of music entering behind the grey background.

"Hey, underoos. It's August seventeenth, happy sixteenth birthday kid."

The screen showed Tony Stark sitting in his office, feet on his desk and eyes tired and dull.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you. We're working our hardest to reverse the snap, but Thanos disappeared, we have no trace of him. Did I say that I was sorry?"

The recorded billionaire had tears streaming down his cheeks, confusing the students.

"I'm making a tribute video to show at your high school graduation in two years. I don't know if you'll be back yet, but I'm determined that people hear your story no matter if you're there or not."

The screen cut to a video of Spider-Man swinging around Queens, stopping petty store robberies, helping old women across the street, and saving kittens from trees. Students awed at the site, appreciation for the webslinger growing in their hearts.

"I always knew you could do so much more than you did on a day to day basis, but my fear of you getting hurt stopped me from allowing you to adventure. When I had to send my suit to rescue you from drowning, I was so, so scared I was going to lose you."

The scene cut to a darkened lake where Spider-Man was screaming in fear as Adrian Toomes dropped him hundreds of feet into the icy water, the masked hero plunging underneath. Thrashes were heard before he was pulled out of the water by Iron Man, being sat down on top of a playground set.

Spider-Man sighed as he pulled off his mask, revealing his face. The students- even the teachers and parents- gasped in shock as they recognized the teenager as Peter Parker. His hair was soaked and his eyes were red from the water.

"I totally had him! If you would've just-" Peter protested as he clutched his mask in his hands. The Iron Man suit raised up a hand, silencing him.

"We both know you wouldn't have been able to escape that. What happened to staying low, protecting the little guy?" the suit spoke.

Peter looked like he was about to cry. "If you would've just listened to me, he wouldn't have your weapons!"

The scene turned back to Tony in his office.

"You were always the strongest hero I've ever met. You put others' safety before your own, and I respect that about you."

The scene cut to Peter holding the ferry boat together with his webs, screaming in agony as he felt his bones beginning to shift apart. Scenes kept cutting of Peter's battles before the screen went dark.

"Mr. Stark? I don't... I don't feel so good."

The screen turned back on to Tony and Peter on Titan, the younger boy clutching his chest.

"I don't... I don't don't what's happening."

"You're gonna be alright, kid," Tony said, bringing the boy into his arms.

"I-I don't wanna go, Mr. Stark. Please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go."

Tony laid Peter onto the ground, where the young teen looked up at him.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered before fading to dust.

The auditorium was silent as the screen went dark, soft music playing in the background. Students and Parents were crying, all knowing who Peter was.

All of a sudden, the screen showed Tony and Peter in the labs, but Peter looked different. He seemed exhausted, scars were scattering his exposed skin, and he wore glasses.

"You sure you want so show them?" Tony asked as he tinkered with Peter's webshooters.

The teen nodded. "Yeah... it's probably for the best. I just kinda up and left with no explanation."

"Whatever you say, kiddo."

The screen went dark once more, and soon the lights came on. The entire room was shocked into silence, except for the sons echoing throughout and bouncing off walls. But no one noticed the teenage boy standing in the back, leaned up against the wall with his hood down and his hard features exposed.

He was scaring at the screen, tears shining in his brown doe eyes, some falling down his cheek.

MJ turned around from her seat, her own cheeks wet with tears as she made eye contact with the boy. She sobbed and stood up from her seat, confusing the students around her. She maneuvered her way through the row and aron was sprinting towards the boy, throwing her arms around his neck as he held her waist, burning his face in her shoulder.

"Oh my god, that's Peter!" someone shouted out, pointing in their direction. Peter know looked up, cracked a smile and slightly waved before letting go of MJ, both of them leaning up against the back wall.

The principle diverted their attention back to him, but no one didn't watch as Peter rolled his sleeves iup revealing his webshooters before backing out the door and swinging off into the streets of Queens.

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